scbcstian:
the softness of her apology is a knife to the gut and he’s forced to advert his gaze, to reign in the sharps intact of air his lungs are gasping for. “please don’t. it’s fine. i’m fine.” the words spill from his tongue like water from a broken dam, eager to escape. for what specifically she’s apologizing for, he’s not entirely clear but it’s not something he’s all too eager to discuss. he’s trying to move forward despite the seemingly insurmountable fact that he now shares a house with his ex and her new boyfriend and his once best friend. “engagement rumours seems to cling to me.” it’s twice now that speculation of an engagement or the lack there of has encircled around the prince of spain, the tabloids always embellishing and exaggerating the details of his personal life - it’s a sense of possession, like somehow the fact that he is forever in the public eye, it entitles the world to a front row seat to the happenings of his personal life.
hearing his words, aislinn purses her lips, fighting back any words that may slip her mouth and cause this whole situation to be a lot worse than it already was. “okay,” she says simply instead, giving him a small nod. “i just needed to say it.” it wasn’t her intention to bring up thoughts of last year, thoughts that only brought negative memories for the both of them. then again, the ending to their relationship brought on the beginning to her current one with his best friend; a bond that she was happy to have at the moment. seeing the way he reacted to her words, however, wasn’t exactly something she was proud to witness. “sometimes i wonder if it’s even possible for any of us to have a private life anymore,” she commented, in hopes of diverting the conversation to another topic.











